The woven fabric of man tears.

The woven fabric of man tears.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What binds us now
will lose its ties
in the end
for mankind could
never tie the knot.
A clock watches on
its time inconsequential
as is its hands
that turn it.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on August 9, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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